#madcom reader insert

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Auditor, Phobos, 2BDamned and Sanford with a reader that overworks themselves. Prioritizing work over mental and physical health, pushing themselves to their breaking point, skipping meals and only getting a few hours of sleep. I just need these four in particular to tell me to take care of myself and care about me argggh

Overworked reader

Audi, Phobos, Doc, Sanford

CW: bit of a mental spiral on San's end, ends well tho.

Burnouts a bitch man, don't wear yourself thin over shit, y'hear?

Auditor

"Are the chef's meals not to your liking?" You nearly jumped out of your seat when Auditor's ghostly whisper filled your ear. Casting your aching, tired eyes from your paperwork at the once hot meal, still arranged with care on the plate, completely untouched from the moment it left the kitchen.

"Oh, no. Of course not. They're good, don't worry." You offered him a weak smile. "I'll have it later, I just need to finish this up." Audi's eyes narrowed as you gestured meekly to your desk, piled high with reports, cloning records, casualty tallies, and other such boring admin work.

"It's cold." He grumbled, spinning your chair to face him, hands on his hips. "You're going to really hurt yourself and burn out if you keep pulling these awkward hours. Don't think I haven't noticed you slipping from our bed to come back to this. Did you forget how light a sleeper I am?"

Audi's stern demeanour dropped as your features fell, already feeling low because of how your body was struggling, now having your boss/lover add to that. "I just need to be able to keep up with you. What use am I really if I can't handle a fraction of the work you do?"

His hand rested under your chin, thumb delicately stroking your cheek. "You could never keep up with me, my flame, I was made to handle this. You're just a delicate mortal, you do more than enough without stressing yourself trying to level with me. Allow me to finish this later, mea vita, you are going to get a hot, fresh meal while I draw a bath for us, and after you will get the rest your body needs. That's an order, from your employer, understood?"

"Yes, but-"

He cut you off. "No 'ifs, ands, or buts,' You are going to hurt yourself, and I refuse to allow anyone to hurt you, even self inflicted pain. I, as your partner and boss, will clear this burden for you. When I asked for your best, I meant the best you can consistently handle, not this. You're not yourself, and I command you seek out that old self that I fell for and bring them back to me instantly."

Phobos

Being the director's lover had essentially no downsides, nobody spoke a bad word around you, people helped you far more than before, not to mention the adoration of the most powerful figure in the physical realm. However, that same man would often breathe down your neck, commanding you to stay by his side constantly.

Phobos relished in you, watching you, listening to you, being around you. He wished to be adored equally in return, however your work proved to be a distraction from him. He was... a tad obsessive, but how could he not be? He's a god, it was only right you'd devote yourself to him and him alone.

"Leave that alone will you? Your god requires your attention." A large clawed hand rested on your shoulder, the other pulling down his bandages from his mouth. "Your recent neglect of me is not going unnoticed, dear."

You rubbed your aching eyes, staring at a computer screen all day and most of the night irritated them. "I'm sorry Bo, but there's a lot of work that needs reviewing, I've got weeks of backlog to go through, and Christoff, Crackpot and Gonne have all submitted new reports today with pages and pages of intel to go through."

His hands wrapped around your middle, he lifted you up and took your place on the chair, resting you in his far more comfortable lap. "Bah, they're not worthy of your time. I'll command someone else to do it, the short fat one, whatever his name is. He enjoys paperwork and the like."

"Hofnarr is no doubt as swamped as I am." He took your face in one of his hands, his cracked and damaged lips pressing against your cheek.

"Someone else then, if it pleases you. Whatever it takes for you to spend time with me." You leaned into him, your back pressing against his chest, and he emitted a deep purr. "I am a god amongst men, dear, I don't beg for what I desire. I take it. And yet I allow you this honour. So please..."

Your stomach rumbled against his hand. "Harumph! Neglecting yourself as much as you've neglected me?! How dare you, enough is enough. I command you take care of yourself!" Phobos picked you up with ease, holding you level to his eye. To anyone else, he'd be holding them by their collar, or neck to meet his gaze, but with you, he was softer. A hand under your rump and the other on your back, supporting your weight comfortably.

"You are the lover of a god, think how pitiful it would look if I can't even take care of my equal? You stand above others, the right hand of my throne. Your duties have changed, lesser beings will take charge of them. Your only priorities are yourself and me, and the family we will create." Phobos snapped his fingers, and one of the guards at the door came forward.

"See to it that the chefs prepare your God's favourites, find someone to take their duties on and allow them to be truly indulged as they should be." Phobos looked back to you, his eye narrowing. "I will tear this world asunder for you, and build it up as you desire. I will give you anything your heart pines for, never again shall you be run ragged like this."

Phobos was self assured, a god of the highest order, surrounded by weaker, lesser beings. And yet here he was, begging at your altar. He wished you'd devote yourself equally to worshipping you as he did, and he would make damn sure that happened.

2BDamned

3 AM. Doc was in the kitchen, boiling some water over the stove. Hank has smashed the coffee maker earlier in the day, said he'd accidentally dropped the thing, yet couldn't explain the crowbar in his hands. Doc gritted his teeth, damn Wimbleton, making his hard job harder with their stupid thoughtless actions.

He had no doubt the fool had burned themselves on the machine and gone overboard against the poor helpless thing in revenge. Now here he stood, using the stove to make both his coffee and his snack. Instant noodles, his saving grace in the world. Easy to prepare, quick to eat, and filling.

With bleary, tired eyes, you wandered into the dim kitchen, hearing Doc grumbling to himself about 'Getting that moron to find another working machine or he'll have his spine inserted upside down next time.'

"Hey sweetheart." Yawning and setting your tablet down, you wrapped your arms around his midriff and leaned your face into his back. One hand pulled way from the stove, running down your arm before resting atop your hand, feeling the ring around your finger.

"You should be asleep, love." Doc murmured, his animosity towards Hank gone in the wind. You inhaled deeply, basking in his familiar scent.

"I could say the same to you, Kyle." He let out a soft 'Hm.', agreeing without agreeing. You were right, of course. "Debugging with Dei was going well, till he nodded off. San came by on one of his usual bathroom breaks and picked him up."

Doc poured the water into his noodle cup. "You want some coffee?" He took your favourite mug out of the cupboard.

"I thought you wanted me to sleep." You teased tiredly.

"You're my spouse. I know you well enough to know that's not gonna happen anytime soon, even if I would like it if you did." He tossed some powdered milk into the cups along with the beans. "We don't have any sugar left I'm afraid, or sweetener. It's become so scarce these days. Ration packages can't even supply a tiny packet anymore."

"I can get sugar anytime I've got you around." Doc smiled and turned off the hob, turning around to pull you into his arms. "Can I get some now?"

As far as you two were concerned, nothing else existed, everything except what was in both your arms was null and void. He tilted his head down slightly, lips catching yours softly. Butterflies fluttered in your tummy, they flared up every time your husband kissed you.

You rested your head on his chest, it was rare you two had a truly private moment together, as much as you both tried. Being enemies of the state was hard work, who'd have thought?

"You should really lay down dear." Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked up to him. You hadn't even realised you'd started dozing off in his arms.

"No, I've got work to do." You yawned, and Doc chuckled softly.

"You're really stubborn sometimes, you know that?" He picked up both coffees and his noodles. "Tell you what, grab your tablet and we can get cosy in bed together. Work can wait until later, I think we've overdue some private couple time."

Nestled in the crook of Doc's arm felt like the safest place in the world, even with coffee in your system, you couldn't help but fall asleep with him. Trust and love deep rooted, he was your sanctuary.

And damn it, he was going to get you into a healthier sleep routine.

Sanford

It'd been a couple weeks since you'd seen Ford, Doc had sent him off on recon work with Deimos and a splinter group from a faction allied with the SQ, they'd been on the other side of Nevada having heard whispering of something dangerous settling out there.

Two weeks of silence left you anxious, pacing around often, skipping meals and staying up into the early hours of the morning. Longing makes the heart sick, and a sick heart makes the body weak.

The only think you could do to keep your mind occupied was cleaning out the gun stash, checking over the stocked rounds repeatedly, despite the numbers never changing, cleaning already dirt and grime free steel.

A scrubbing brush in hand, you scraped at one of the many swords Hank had salvaged, violently jolting the bristles back and forth over either rust, or really crusted on blood just above the hilt.

Doc usually kept you in the loop of long jobs, sometimes you'd even be in walkie talkie range of your partner and could hear his voice. He could be hurt, he could be dead, you'd be none the wiser, and that was maddening.

Of course you weren't needy and dependant on him, that'd be too much, but just a sign he was okay would've been enough to give you peace of mind. It's the not knowing that drove you to dark places.

Bang!

You jumped in your seat as the front door slammed. "Baby, you here? I'm back." Dropping the blade, you got to you feet and rushed to the door.

"Sanford, you're okay?!" You leaped into his arms, and he caught you easily. Oh sweet security, your world had come home to you safely.

"Yeah babe," San leaned back slightly to get a good look at you, his loving gaze turning to concern. "uh, hope you don't mind me sayin' doll/stud, but you look like hell." His hands brushed over your hair. "...When did you last shower?"

Suddenly you felt rather embarrassed, it'd been a.... couple days at least. Probably about a week since you'd stopped properly taking care of yourself. Swapping meals out for multiple junk snacks, a fucked up sleeping schedule consisting of occasional naps but mostly anxious pacing and activity.

"Uhm..." That was an answer enough for him.

"Baby," Sanford rubbed his cheek, clearing off some dust from his face. "you need to take care of yourself." He sighed and took off his sunglasses. "Have you even been eating properly?"

You didn't meet his gaze. "Okay. Tell you what," He took off his dirty tank top and tossed it aside. "I'll pull out something from the freezer, shove it in the oven while we get a nice shower, and then we can eat and get some rest." Just being near him, hearing his melodic voice again was enough to bring you to a sense of normalcy.

Sanford was fine, he was alive, he was here.

"Things have just been a bit... off without you." You sighed, clinging to his frame, almost afraid if you let him go, he'd run off for another two weeks, or longer. "Sorry, it's just been a lot to deal with, not knowing where you were, if you were safe... It's been hard."

"I get it. I do, I really do," Sanford had his own experiences with deep depression, despite being the large stoic type, the horrors of war, what he and his friends had to do to get an advantage against everything haunted him. "fight, flight, freeze is a real thing, but you can't just shut down baby. You gotta keep fightin, keep yourself in good shape 'cause it's a scary world out there."

"I know. It's easier said than done though." Sanford pulled out a tray of his legendary frozen mac n cheese, you hadn't checked the freezer since he'd left, otherwise that would've been long gone. You didn't know how he did it, but it was godly each time he made it.

"I get that." He shoved the tray into the oven, flicking switches to heat up the frozen dish. "You gotta change how you think, baby." You watched him take off his bandanna, revealing his hair. Or lack thereof.

"You shaved your head?" Usually he'd grow out his hair, style it into long locs and keep them tied back and under his bandanna, but once in a blue moon he'd get bored of maintaining them, and shave it off to start again.

Sanford ran a hand over his scalp, feeling the small curls starting to reappear. "Yeah, easier than trying to keep it clean out there. Dusty as hell." His hands came to rest on your shoulders, turning you to the bathroom. "No bother, I've got your hair to care for now. I'mma spoil you rotten."

Years of caring for his baby siblings had taught the beefcake that just telling someone what to do usually didn't help, but doing it along side them helped solidify the action. He'd help you get cleaned up, get back to eating proper food and getting proper sleep.

He needed to fall into the routine too, sleeping rough in trucks was a pain in his back, and access to his comfy old bed would do him wonders to getting decent sleep again. A full belly and his favourite person in the entire world cuddling into his pecs definitely helped too.

Yes, he needed this just as much as you did.

[nevadabloodnotes]

Aa just found this page! Do you write for Project Nexus characters? If so could you do some fluffy/slightly suggestive hcs with Chopper Dave? If not it can be for 2Bdamned!

Sure Do, and it's about time we give the Chopper Dave fans some food, so enjoy! ~Mod Deimos.

Chopper Dave Fluff/Slightly Suggestive Headcanons

You've known the British pilot for quite a while now, you don't know what it was that made you confess to him in the first place. That thick accent, his little quips as he lifted off the helipad, the fact he can take over 10 shots of hard whiskey and still be able to fly? You just couldn't pinpoint one thing that him so special to you, that's how much he meant to you.

Whenever he isn't taking the team out to their latest mission, he likes to just sit with you and chat for ages, sometimes he just lays back against you and lets you do little braids in his hair while he tells some bizarre story from when he was still living in the UK.

Speaking of his heritage, he absolutely loves to show you photos of his favorite places from there, most of them being either beautiful ponds or one of the many pubs he frequented with his friends.

You like to joke with him a lot about English slang and make light fun of his thick British accent. "Oi, its Chewsday innit?" Normally he would frown upon it, but somehow you made it comedic and friendly and you tend to get a chuckle out of him whenever you do it.

Dave is all-for PDA and will not shy away from battering you with smooches and all the lovey-dovey actions just to let everyone know that you're his and he's yours, he'll even tease about how flustered you get whenever he's barraging you with his very passionate love.

Whenever you two are alone, whether it be in the chopper waiting for the team to finish a mission or just hanging out in your shared room, he'll sneak a hand onto your thighs and give you a sensual gaze, othertimes he'll give you a hickie for the hell of it just for the sole fact you'd wear one of your tight-fitting turtlenecks the next day.

At end of the day when everyone is going to sleep, Dave loves to spoon you, the feeling of you right up against him helps him sleep way better than did before you joined their agency. With you, hearing his steady heartbeat lulls you to sleep so quickly. With a gentle kiss to your cheek, both of you sleep soundly through the night.

[madnesshyperfixation]

Requests Open!

Hey, first time doing this so I’m very sorry if some asks come out weird or janky, I also cannot promise consistency due to being on the spectrum with a lot of comorbid conditions magnifying to it, but I will try to at least post once a week. Firstly, here's a list of the Fandoms/Communities I'm currently interested in, the one at the top is my current hyperfixation and has the highest chance of getting answered if sent Asks. Any Fandom/Community that aren't in the number one spot are not being focused on at the moment but are still open to be sent asks for.

Forsaken (Roblox)

Madness Combat

FNAF

Undertale/Deltarune

Hollow Knight

TF2

Now here are the rules.

Rules/Info

I can deny and ignore asks/requests if they violate any rules so don’t come bitching if you blatantly disregarded the rules 

Be as specific as you want with the asks, I love details and will do better if there’s more details.

My messages are open but please keep it to asking me if a request went through and didn't get eaten by Tumblr, along with if some settings seem off.

Send as many Requests as you want if you're afraid of Tumblr eating an ask.

I will likely go back and edit past headcanons to add more headcanons or fix any bad grammar or punctuation errors I notice post upload.

Ask Settings 

When you ask you must explicitly say if you want x reader or not.

Unless otherwise specified the reader will be gender neutral and go by, They/Them 

Reader's personality can be specified if asked 

I do up to 4 Characters per ask but I will add a bonus if there's alternate options i've thought of or they have shared traits that would be easier to list below in another small section

Anonymous is on! But please use it appropriately! I will make an Anon list if there's enough to warrant a list.

Wills 

I will to spicy and suggestive things, just don’t expect a masterpiece since I’m not sure of my spicy skills yet. 

I will do Yandere, but I’m not sure of my skills yet so I’m very sorry if it comes out weird. 

I will do concepts/situations, but you will have to specific if it’s romantic or platonic. 

I will do ships! Gotta love dem ships 

You can absolutely ask for rare pairs, I’ll do my best to try and portray them as best I can.

Yes, I will write for obscure and under loved characters from the series!

Genderbend (Will need to specify if I have multiple interpretations or if you want a specific creators interpretation) 

I will do gore and blood, you just have to specify how much. 

I will do AU’s so if you wanna ask about AU’s I’d love to indulge. (Ex. Madness Combat but what if they were Demon Slayers, Forsaken but with Wings etc.) But for the sake of me not burning out I'm not delving too deeply into fully developing the AU's suggested, besides, it’ll let you guys imagine something more complex. 

Won’t 

Rape, I don’t believe I have the right nor does it seem appropriate. 

Some mental disorders due to me not feeling that I will write them properly and end up butchering them or I am simply not comfortable with it, these will be listed below for the sake of organization. 

Literally anything regarding sexualization of kids, go and fuck off if you even think of suggesting that ever. 

Sadly I do not do OC’s I feel I would butcher your lovely OCs into the ground.

Mental Disorder Wills and Won’ts 

Will  Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Autism, Anxiety Disorders, Tourette’s Syndrome, Sleeping Disorders 

Won’t  Bipolar Disorder (BPD), Eating Disorders, Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Schizophrenia, Anything regarding Suicide,  

[ero-heart]

Deimos x reader but reader is an agent from some agency called Los Muertos that are in Mexico and they hunt down criminals but only does that escaped from mexico.

So deimos find his recruiter being brutally murdered by you as you done your mission and walk away but deimos grabs and tries to stop you and your like "señor déjeme ir no tengo tiempo para esto" or "señor por favor déjeme ir" and deimos doesn't let go so you just drag him with you.

(I'm not good with Spanish)

Reader is basically hank but if they were an agent

This took so long to make I had no idea how this could be done,, I am sorry if it’s not of your expectations!

Cw: violence, some gore, guns and cigarettes

GOTCHA!

(Deimos x Los Muertos Agency Reader)

(Platonic/Romantic) (mostly platonic)

“Haha! Nice! Now all we gotta do is-“

Deimos stared at his coworker’s lifeless body beside him, steam dancing from the hole on his neck from a bullet, definitely work of a silent firearm, given that no sound could be heard on the half second that he looked away from the recruit. Deimos frustratingly threw his equipment on the ground and cursed, he had fucked up. He couldn’t guide the newbie if he was *dead*. What will Doc say this time? He couldn’t get away with this forever, but no matter how much he made sure the coast was clear something ALWAYS happened to stack up the death count of newbies under Deimos’s watch. He looked around the roof to see if he could find the perpetrador, the coast was clear, he directed his gaze to the other buildings around him. What he found was a thin veil of smoke coming from behind the entrance hatch of another rooftop, lightly blown by the wind.

“Pff there you are..”

Deimos was keen on avenging himself for being screwed like this, uh? Yea his coworker too. Stalking behind a wall, Deimos had to come up with a way to get to the other building without being noticed and as quick as possible, before the stranger dashed off somewhere else. Noticing a very convenient bridge made of wood planks leading to his wished destination.

You had taken a smoking break after a long day of hunting and eliminating. It had taken three days to arrive at this corrupted town to finish your target, a fugitive that had heavily screwed your agency by leaking important data to the enemy, apparently he was on the midst of integrating on another group, well too bad, Los Muertos never left debts unpaid. You we’re tired, just the thought of sitting on the subway for three more days was exhausting and you were considering renting a motel room to spend the night, there should be one around the block actually if your memory is correct. Dropping the butt of the cigarette to the ground, you were ready to leave when you heard the cock of a gun, looking to your side, you were met with the muzzle of a ar-15. You sighed, looking at the other problem you had to deal with. Baggy clothes, slicked back hair covered with bandages and a cap, patchy beard growing along his face, this man was unkempt. He had a mustache growing from the corners of his mouth, reminded you of some of your coworkers. The stranger glared at you, not loosening his grip on the firearm.

“There you are you- you newbie killer!”

Deimos was definitely stressed, not having his cigarette break yet and it was starting to get to him. His target looked unsurprised by his presence, keeping perfect posture as they turned to face him. They reminded Deimos of AAHW agents, suit, tie, and all, only difference was the colorful embroidery on the dark suit of mythological sanguinary creatures, along with a detailed face paint resemblant of a skull, they also wore a fedora, shading most of their face features. The mysterious person looks Deimos up and down before speaking:

“Escucha no tengo tiempo para esto, amigo. Baja el arma.”

Deimos understood nothing the stranger said, staring at them confusedly while trying to decipher what those words could have meant.

“What?”

You realized that this man might have nothing in terms of knowledge about your language, which is bad because you knew barely nothing about his language as well. You both were unprepared for a situation like this. You couldn’t have expected for him to pull the trigger due to your lack of an answer, chuckling upon realizing that it had no bullets.

Deimos frustratingly threw the gun to the ground in a fit, cursing and grabbing on his hair. The stranger just laughed at him more before they started walking towards the exit.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Where do you think you’re going? I ain’t done with you yet!”

Deimos jumped and wrapped his arms around their neck, making both fall onto the floor. The stranger tried their best to wrestle their way out of it but Deimos kept persistent. Sitting on their back, he pushed their shoulders to the ground with as much force he could master, he panted heavily, the amount of activity taking a toll on his lungs.

You felt yourself get anxious, normally you would stay calm in a situation like this but the lack of nicotine was making your hands tremble. You moved them towards your pant pocket, barely pulling the cigarettes out before the man slammed your shoulders harder onto the concrete.

“You stay there!”

“¿Ni siquiera puedo fumar en paz? Perro apestoso..”

You tried to take the cigarettes again as the man noticed what you were reaching for, he suddenly got quiet and did nothing as you, with some difficulty, opened the box and picked one stick with your mouth. You managed to grab the lighter from the same pocket, flicking it as the man spoke:

“Uhh.. are those cigarettes?”

You ignored him as you took a drag of the drug.

“Hey uhm, I can.. uh.. If you give me one of those I may let you live!”

Seeing you ignored him again, he just grabbed your own cigarette from your mouth, loosening his pressure on you as he put it between his own lips. You watched as he breathed the smoke in, then out. Mostly confused (yet relieved) that apparently this guy just needed a cigar to get off of your back, looking up at him looking at the distance, to the bright city that illuminated the two of you, he grumbled something you couldn’t understand, you just knew that there were some swear words sprinkled here and there. He still did not get off of you, you were stuck with this weirdo while he got on his smoke break.

“¿…Puedes darme un..?”

Might as well continue your smoke break along with the man.

I hope this was enjoyable lol I am not really satisfied with my writing but nothing practice can fix it! Hope everyone if safe and sound 🩷

[talesofsonicasura]

A Funkin Chaotic Neutral

This is probably my first self insert/reader based idea I made. If you haven't known, I'm sorta in the mod based fandom of Friday Night Funkin since mentions are usually dropped in multiple posts to BF, GF and other characters popping up sometimes. Figure why not expand on that?

Anyway, this is basically Reader having the ability to summon or gain the powers from these characters. When you consider the cast whether it be from Newsground in general to other fandoms in general then we all know things are gonna get insane. Although there are implications.

First, these abilities originate from a unique building that houses a more 'direct' version of Friday Night Funkin. It allows Reader to face off various characters in rap battles or directly interact with each version's world. This is very important and here's why.

Reader can gain allies called Rappers' by beating them in these battles. Some are quite difficult to recruit or remain part of the roster so they have to be beaten multiple times. If a battle has hazards then Reader is forced to comply with them. Ex: Instakills such as Expurgation Tricky Flaming Notes if hit or KB's saw blade if not dodged in time.

These characters are split into three categories: Ace, Battle, and Support. Aces are very powerful but Reader can only bring one with them. EX: Convict from Newsground is a deadly killer who has the ability to shapeshift into anyone and gain target's entire active skillset.

Battle are characters that can fight or have combat based abilities. EX: Pico from Newsground is a gun wielder that can dish out powerful blows and is very agile. Support characters can't fight but can offer supportive abilities such as healing. EX: Skinner from Madness Combat is a doctor and has various medical experience to use.

Reader can carry up to three active Rappers and 3 backups should they need to switch. If one dies then it takes at least a day or two for the defeated to become usable. This process can be sped up by rap battling although some characters might get annoyed.

Reader is a chaotic neutral since the Rappers they can recruit are split between heroes, villains to even mercenaries. It also reduces any chance of rap battling to keep some characters from leaving their roster. Some such as Tabi are just like that in general.

Losing a rap battle does have more consequences though. These can vary depending on who their opponents is and the conditions for such a battle. Against every opponent, Reader will take on temporary aspects from Boyfriend.

These include becoming short/chibi like, minor loss in intelligence(the guy is very dumb) and being stuck having to say variations of beep boops. Uncommonly, they could take traits of their most used Rapper than just Boyfriend. Reader gets one every time they lose unless the character is kind enough to not dish out the punishment.

Some characters such as Madness Combat's Agent Torture can kill them. Thankfully, Reader has the ability to retry in a short 10 second time limit just like the game. Some characters only give limited chances and losing all of them is guaranteed death with no retries. It's best to be careful unless you want to lose your soul to Lord X.

Should this happen then the building will lay still until someone else gains ownership. Only one individual can wield the mysterious abilities inside. Passing it down to someone else is possible but this process can't be forced. A mutual agreement with no outside factors or it won't work.

Funnily enough, I do have some ideas on how to use this. Those will be saved for a different post as I don't want to make this too long. If anyone wants to do their own version of this then go ahead. Just mention the post here so everyone else can check it!

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later. Enjoy this little song from the One Shot Mania mod, Sacrifice.flp!

[somegirlnamedalicia]

Alicia's Masterpost

Because it's about time I made one of these.

Hello! I'm known as Alicia online, and this is my little corner of the hellsite. I mostly post writing updates and reblog whatever catches my fancy. I don't have a DNI, partially because I don't trust people to follow it. If I don't like you, I'll block you, simple as that.

I'll figure out more stuff to put here later. For now, here's a brief list of my projects and such:

Madness Combat Fanfic: Cogs in the Machine

An OC-centric Madcom fanfic about an AAHW medic struggling with her loyalty versus her compassion. Tag is #cogs in the machine fic, and the fic can be read here on AO3. Updates are extremely irregular, but I try to make progress posts here so you guys don't think I'm dead or something.

Toontown Corporate Clash x Reader Headcanons

Mostly abandoned since I don't really play Toontown anymore, but it's a series of reader-insert headcanons involving the 1.3 managers. The list can be found here. Maybe I'll pick this up again one day, but I can't make any promises.

[outhereinnevada]

howdy!

do you think you could do some headcanons of the main 3 + 2BDamned and Tricky with a reader who seems sweet and wholesome but when the opportunity arises, will absolutely go mental and kill

-🦷

Oh ye, nothing like an s/o that'll fuck shit up when they desire it. Enjoy anon!

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Killersweet

Hank

Hank found you in the bakery not too far from the base, you had cheerfully greeted him at the front counter. The place was surprisingly clean and operational the last time he saw it.

"Hello! How can I help you?"

Since then, Hank had been coming back to the bakery almost everyday to see what new sweets you had whipped up and to see your wholesome self

Everything was pleasant between you two, hell, you started to get some customers into the bakery because of him (people liked to steal the goods he got from you)

He had confessed to you via a cake with the words 'I don't think anything is as sweet as you'

His love for you grew even more when some AAHW agents had tracked him to the bakery. You didn't appreciate the rude intrusion, so you went full-on attack mode, pulled out your deadly butcher's knife and went to town on them

You and Hank enjoyed a proper baking session afterwards, in which you and Hank baked the remains of the agents into sweets for the zombies in the chasm outside

Sanford

Sanford loved your demeanour, the way you'd talk, the way you'd skip around the base, he loved every bit about you

Most days you would be seen sewing various things; clothes, plushies, etc. He found it adorable

Since you were good at sewing, you'd also stitch up his wounds when needed

On a stroll through the abandoned streets, you and Sanford got ambushed by a bunch of bandits

Oh hell nah, no-one was gonna ruin your midday stroll

Did I mention you have a custom parasol that turns into a goddamn sword? Well you do

Snapping, you quickly massacred all of those cowardly bandits turning them into fleshy ribbons

After cleaning off your parasol, you went back to your bubbly mood again like nothing had happened

Sanford was bewildered at first, but came to love this bait and switch personality of yours

Deimos

You two pretty much hit it off real well when you first met

Two goofballs looking to have fun, and you really brought the whole fun aspect into it

You were just a ball of sunshine to Deimos, always knowing how to make his day better

You were a musician, you played a variety of instruments.

You'd play the happiest, bubbliest songs you could think of, Deimos was really into it

What didn't slide with you was people hurting your friends

AAHW agents managed to find the base and shot Deimos in the shoulder. Last straw gone.

You let loose, grabbing the nearest gun you let out a vicious yell and shot wildly at the agents turning them into swiss cheese

Deimos peaked up from his position on the floor, to see your crazed expression and agents bodies on the floor

You turned towards him, a sudden soft smile gracing your face while giving a cheery wave to him

'Major chaotic energy vibes' is what Deimos liked to think of you from that day forward, you accepted it

2BDamned

2B wasn't too keen on getting into a relationship, but he had taken a liking to your endearing personality

You were always there for 2B whenever he was stressed or overworked

You were essentially a therapist for him

You like to give him physical affection to calm him down and get him to rest

Being the doc of the group, his job was stressful especially considering how many injuries the other 3 keep getting

You like to help him out when possible

2B tried some experiments with some bodies he had retrieved from a recent raid

One of them turned into a zombie and started to attack the doc

Seeing this, your cheerful nature was replaced with a bloodthirsty one

Gripping a nearby surgical saw, you stabbed it into the zombie's head sawing down to it's torso, it dropped dead on the floor

2B looked up to see your darkened expression, noticing him staring you quickly smiled at him to reassure him

Tricky

Naturally, being the insane, killer clown that he was, he enjoyed your playful, adorable manner

You reminded him of his old self, before he became zombified

Absolute. Cuddlebug. He enjoys any kind of affection you give him

You take regular trips to the hotdog stand with him, so much so that the hotdog vendor has given a regular's discount to the both of you

You'd partake in Tricky's pastimes which include; juggling, dj mixing, and anything circus related

On one of your trips to the hotdog stand, Tricky was ambushed by none other than Hank J. Wimbleton

Numerous bullets shot through Tricky's body, he laid limp on the ground

That's it, no more miss nice s/o

Hank couldn't react to the sudden form that was scratching and slashing at him

With a violent, blood-curdling screech, you ripped his entire head off

Tricky revived to see you covered in blood with Hank's corpse laying in front of you

He placed a shaky hand on your shoulder, you turned with a soft smile on your face, back to your usual self

He adored that you can be the most soft, gentle carer but also be a violent, ruthless killer at the drop of a pin

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WHOOOO! Soft beans that are secretly maniacal killers! Hope you enjoyed anon!

[crossxroads]

Writing Information

Note: Lists may be subject to change if I encounter requests that I receive, so keep an eye on this one!

General

Readers on this blog will almost always be gender-neutral/non-binary and go by they/them. (Mostly because I'm Non-binary). Unless directly requested, those will be the default pronouns. I am willing to write he/him and she/her upon request though!

I'm willing to write for literally all of the characters in MadCom, I don't really have any aversions to certain characters. Though, feel free to check in on this post every now and then to see if I have any changes!

What I will write

-Angst

-Fluff

-Platonic/Romantic

-Headcanons, Prompts, and One-Shots

-[Character]/Reader (I will also write poly :]!!! )

-[Character]/[Character] (Also will do Poly!)

-Match-Ups (Will also be tagged with Match-Up for blacklist purposes.)

-Suggestive (All content will be marked sensitive. Minors, dni with the posts, please.)

-Violence (Like gore, injuries. Fight scenes may be attempted but they may not be the best, you've been warned!)

What I won't write will be under the Read-More for brevity purposes!

What I will NOT write:

-Anything NSFW related to minors. (I do not have to elaborate.)

-[Minor Character/Minor Character], [Minor Character/Adult Character]. (Platonic is fine, romantic or NSFW is NOT.)

-Yandere Content

-Self Harm. (Such as the action of self-harming. Referenced? Maybe.)

-Non-Con/R-p-

-Explicit NSFW

-Literally, anything involving/related to the unsanitary nature of bathroom activities.

Ships I will NOT write

-Hank/Tricky (For canon reasons, nope.)

-Church/Jorge (I personally see them as siblings)

-Burger Gil/Victor (This is because of very specific portrayal, haha Burger Dad and Burger Son)

-Church/Sheriff (Sheriff's Church and Jorge's dad, I don't make the rules.)

-Jorge/Sheriff (^Ditto)

[outhereinnevada]

I thought this was too cool of an idea that I had to draw this.

One ghostly Auditor! Reader and 2B wearing their halo, Hank is downright confused.

Ghostly Auditor reader floating around, anyone who sees ghosts is terrified of 2B bc of reader wrapped around 2B, a smile ever present on their face. Whether it’s of happiness, sadness, or anger, no one is willing to get close enough to find out.

YEHAHHHHH YEAH YOU GET IT. YOU GET IT.

the last time hank saw 2b you were just curled around him like a snake or cheshire cat or whatever and you just grinned at him and mouthed something he couldn't understand.

[writersmilex]

Come Back!

Hank Wimbleton X FemReader

Summary: Hank finds out that you go possessed, and he knows only one way to help you out.

Anonymous on asks: FINALLY! I FOUND YOUR TUMBLR BLOG! (I saw your madcom fanfic on wattpad)Can you do Hank x Reader angst to fluff?Plot: Hank finds the reader brainwashed by The Auditor. He manages to snap Y/N out of it, but knocks Y/N unconsious.Later, he finds Y/N in medbay, healing. They wake up and uh yeah, that's where the fluff begins.Tysm in advance! Attention: Graphic Violence.

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(Art by  @OrnetteSinclair on Twitter) 

Hank has been looking for you all over the place. He is killing useless agent after useless agent to find you. He has turned half of this facility into a bloodbath. But his rage and concern will not cease until he sees you. A blood-red carnage was left in his wake, hot white wrath being his sole motivation. He kept looking around for you, there was a hint of panic in the untamed anger he was feeling.

You have to be here somewhere, where did you go? His hands are shaking as he holds an Iron grip on the hilt of a broken bloodied hammer, what used to be a hammer anyway.

After even more searching, Hank enters yet another room, where he finally finds a familiar face. But He cannot shake the feeling that something is off about you, different... The Auditor got his grasp on you and possessed you as he could tell from your glowing red eyes and the black mist surrounding your head. A Semi-automatic rifle in your hands, ready to attack. To attack him. Hank's mind blanks out as he sees you, the only thing he can focus on is you. And when you make eye contact with him, his worst nightmare comes true.

You raise your weapon and aim at him to kill him. Out of instinct, he throws the hilt of the hammer at you in an attempt to distract you. You flinch away at the moment of something being thrown at you, you growl in frustration and attempt to aim your gun back at the one you believe is your enemy. Naturally, Hank is quick to disarm the two other possessed agents that were with you, jabbing the butt of the gun into one of the agent's eyes and killing him. The last thing Hank wants is to hurt you, maybe he can knock you out some way? It would still involve inflicting pain on you, but not as bad as fatally injuring you to the point you can't fight back. "Stand still, you!" You huff in annoyance as Hank keeps dodging your advances, slowly getting closer to you in order to disarm you.  

Once Hank is close enough, he pulls your weapon out of your hands, catching you off guard. He throws the gun out of reach and snatches you by the arms. You grunt in confusion as he shakes you violently, a futile attempt to get you to snap out of whatever hypnotized you. You fight back and raise one of your legs to kick out one of his legs, he huffs in light pain and loses balance, giving you a chance to pull away from your supposed enemy.

Hank comes back quickly and ambushes you, pushing you onto the ground. His plan is to knock you out and make you stop, take you back home and let Doc work his magic.

You land on the ground with a hard thud, your back taking most of the impact. It hurt, a short growl of pain leaves you and you grab onto Hank's wrists, his hand holding your shirt tightly. He's going to take this, but he feels like he doesn't have any other choice. Hank pulls your shirt up, lifting your torso off the ground completely without effort, and then he slams you back down on the ground hard. Your head hits the concrete ground, causing your vision to shake and you get disoriented. The first hit didn't knock you, but surely caused a concussion or something, with the way how he almost didn't hold back, it doesn't matter if it's the most important person in his life or the mere exterior of his most important person. But you are not there, where are you?  Somewhere in there, you have to be in there! Hopefully, a hard knock on your head will bring you back. So, he tries again. Lifting you up and ramming your head against the floor a couple more times, repeatedly until you stopped struggling and stopped moving. A small pool of your blood left at the place of impact, an injury on your head. Maybe he has gone a little too far, but you're out now. In a swift move, he pulls you over his shoulder without looking back at the mission that he is supposed to complete, he carries your body back to the base so that 2Bdamned can fix you and hopefully bring you back. ~~~~ Your head feels like it's going to implode. The back of your head is aching the most. Your arm feels so heavy as you lift it to caress your own head to perhaps ease the pain, that's when you feel that there are bandages on your head, which concludes that you must have gotten injured somewhere. It smells rather clinical in the room you're in, the ceiling above you is a shade of white and grey. Looking around the room you see a figure red with red eyes. Once your vision clears, you discover that it's 2Bdamned standing over you writing something down on a clipboard. He must have felt your stare as he looks up from the board and looks at you, he looks rather tense, even more than he normally does. "(Y/n)?" He calls cautiously, you look at him confused. "Yes?" You answer groggily, Doc relaxes slightly upon hearing your reply. "welcome back." He says, only confusing you more. You rub your eyes to clear your vision a little more, "What happened?" You ask finally. Doc let out a deep sigh and looks over to your right. You follow his gaze and find the state-wide feared mercenary by the side of your bed. He's leaning back in a chair, deathly still with his breathing steady. He's asleep by the looks of it. 2Bdamned seems to notice your gaze at the killing machine. "He hasn't left your side since he brought you here." He explains, "You got possessed by the Auditor, but a hard knock against your head seems to have brought you back. Mind the concussion..." He continues. You look on at Hank as he snores in his sleep, "I'll get you some medication for your head," Doc says, excusing himself from the medical bay completely.   After watching Doc disappear, you turn your attention back to Hank. Squirming in your bed to sit up, you reach over to the pen you see laying on the bedside table, aiming and throwing the writing-tool in Hank's direction. Your aching head causes your usual spot on aim to be off at the moment. Instead of hitting him in the face, you hit him in the chest. The pen falls of and clutters down to the floor, Hank jolts awake by the noise. Once the killing machine is fully awake he is quick to stand up and get close to you. He leans over to the bed and gets all in your face. "You brought me back?" You break the silence, although you know that Hank won't reply all that quickly. One of his large hands reaches up to every so gently cradle the side of your face, He leans in even closer and softly nuzzled your forehead with his covered prostetic mouth. Hank handles you with the absolute tenderness, you can't help but smile sofly. "what are you sorry for?" You ask. You don't have much problems reading Hank, you've spend a lot of time with him. In fact, you knew him before the sky turned crimson. "I hurt you..." He grunts against your head,  "and I am... Sorry..." his grip only tightens a little, you tenderly push back against him to return the affection. "You helped me, didn't you? I forgive you..." You reply, seemingly easing Hank's worries slightly. He is glad that you understand what he had to do in order to save you. You always understand... _______________________________________ Not very angsty in the end as you had wanted, but there is angst present in the beginning... I think... Thanks for reading. -Smilex

[cosmica-galaxy]

Soldier!Reader x Yan!Madcom - Fall into Nevada

Summary: You are a soldier that falls into Nevada and makes some rather interesting new friends. Warnings: Depictions of gore, blood, wounds, and such. Not too detailed but it’s fucking Madness Combat, what do you expect? Flowers and rainbows?? Also, I have a limited knowledge on the canon or the timelines, so if someone is OOC or something is wrong please don’t kill my ass. I’m not that informed on Madness Combat! Aaaaaaaaaaaaa-- Word Count: 7,223 A/N: THIS IS FOR YOU @yansoftie. I FREAKING KASJHFKGLHKJL LOVE IT. LOVE THE SOLDIER. ASKDJJGKHLJHKLJK TAKE IT HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

-Sort under the cut cause FUCK IT’S LONG that’s what she said--

The smell of dust and dirt slowly stirred the fallen soldier from their place on the ground. Rousing you to slowly open your eyes from underneath your askew helmet. You let out a low groan of pain as you slowly begin to sit up, your mind foggy as you try and attempt to wipe the dirt away from around your eyes. You crack open your eyes and blink tiredly before your eyes suddenly widen. “What the?? This isn’t the…where the fuck am I??” You mumble in disbelief as you turn to lay on your side, looking at the blood red sky above and the endless amounts of brownish gray wasteland that seemingly went on for miles and miles into the far distance. So you sit there utterly speechless for a moment as you take it all in.

This certainly wasn’t the same area where you were dispatched to fight in the war. You squinted and grunt in slight pain as you struggled to remember what happened before you passed out. Let’s see…

The last thing you remembered about your previous environment was that it was pouring down rain and you were with your battalion in the woods near an occupied enemy settlement. 

It was…late evening, just before nightfall. You all were pulling a tactical nighttime assault maneuver before you and your fellow members got ambushed from the surrounding forests. The battle that rang out was a bulletstorm of chaos and bloodshed… The enemy surrounded your battalion on all sides and closed in… Your friends slowly fell one by one until a tactical retreat was ordered and you fled into the woods… but your enemies continued to hunt you all down like animals… Gunfire rang through the trees and you heard bullets whizzing past your helmet as your heartbeat was pounding loudly in your ears… You made a mad dash down an incline to get away from your pursuers but you slipped on some roots and went hurtling down into a ditch… Then…huh. Nothing was coming to mind. It was hard to remember what exactly happened the moment you passed out. Did you…die? Did you ACTUALLY die? The soldier takes another look around before letting out a sigh of despair. It’s a shame that one goes to fight in a war for their country, dies in battle, then goes straight to hell. I mean, there was no other logical explanation! This HAD to be hell! What place on Earth has a natural blood red sky? Well…hell or not, you weren’t going to get anywhere laying here on the ground. You were down…but you weren’t totally dead. At least…not yet. You better get moving before some…hellhounds or whatever the hell’s equivalent of scavengers decide to show up looking for an easy meal. You try to stand up, but you suddenly feel a sharp pain radiate from within one of your legs that makes you wince and cry out loudly in pain. You shoot a quick glance towards your legs and you visibly cringe at the sight. A few bullet wounds could be seen in your leg, leaking out blood and soaking your pants in a deep red hue. You hiss through your teeth as you assess the damage carefully. Guess you didn’t escape that ambush completely unscathed after all. You were surprised that you didn’t feel the pain nor remember being shot earlier. It must’ve been the adrenaline that was going through your veins at the time. Probably blocked out the pain while you ran for your life. Hopefully you had something to fix this… You then shift and begin to search around your form and you manage to find your cargo pack, still intact surprisingly. Despite searching it thoroughly, you found no form of medical supplies. Just ammo, rations, and various miscellaneous supplies. But no medical items. You smack your face and groan loudly. Fuck, why did you forget to restock while at camp?? That was a major oversight on your part, possibly a fatal one if you kept losing blood like this. Judging by the amount of blood that was pooled on the ground, you’ve been bleeding for a while. This…was NOT a good start. But you worked with less, so you’ll make do.

Still, you persevere. Slowly but surely, you shift around and begin to get up on your feet. Stumbling slightly and grunting in agony when your wounded leg had pressure applied to it. 

You take a moment to gather up your breath as you heave your large form off the ground.

Taking notice of the rather comical imprint your body made in the ground as you did so. It reminded you of some old cartoons you used to watch when you were young. But it also made you think. Did you…fall here? Like…from the sky? You shake your head and break your gaze away from the imprint. You’ll question your origin later. For now, you just had to get up. Despite the pain and the injury in your leg, you finally managed to stand tall and began to look more in depth at your surroundings. It was rather…unimpressive. Just desert…more desert…wasteland…rocks…even more rocks…hey…are those shapes in the distance? You squint your eyes as they struggle to see further towards the distant horizon to make out the various shapes that seemed to form a familiar pattern to you. They looked like…buildings of some sort? A city?? How was there a city in hell?? 

What was it housing? Civilians? Demons? Beasts? Monsters? Anything else disturbing??

You could only shiver at the thought of all the horrors that were probably crawling around among those buildings. Well, that’s not going to be good…but it was either head towards the city or stay out here and bleed to death. You didn’t really have a choice in the matter. With a heavy grunt, you pick up your scattered supplies and fix up your outfit to carry the remains of your cargo. Thankfully, you still had plenty of ammo from pre-packing back at camp before your mission went to absolute shit. You didn’t even get to use any of it. Better than that, you still had your lucky rifle. Polished, engraved with gold accents, powerful as shit, and ready to kill once more. A valuable gift from a friend that you knew way back before you got dispatched into the war. It saved your life plenty of times in battle and it was always coveted by your comrades for its beauty and strength. You never let it leave your side for anything for various obvious reasons. You could only smile and pat the trusty tool as you sling it back over your shoulder, fastening the shoulder strap to it and then beginning your trek towards the settlement. Despite your predicament, even if you were already dead and living in hell now, there was still a lingering sense of curiosity and wonderment. It was a strange new world…hopefully you could survive long enough to enjoy some of it. Who knows? Maybe the afterlife would be a trip to experience. You could only grin in a faint sense of seldom hope as you limped towards the buildings in the distance. – The buildings in question looked…rough, to say the least. From a distance, they looked like mere old buildings. But up close…they were much worse for wear. Cracks could be seen in the structures, there were numerous stains on the crumbling streets, and the place gave off a real…’dark city’ kinda vibe. Like a place that’s been heavily neglected, but not totally abandoned. In addition to that, the city was gray and made of some material that was similar to concrete. It looked just dull and empty. Kinda…soulless in a way. Fitting for hell, you suppose. Not only that, but…something was noticeably off. The buildings…were freaking small.

Like…the doorways could only reach up to your knee in height. If you really wanted to, you could climb on some of these buildings.

But it now begs the question. Why was everything so small? You look around at the buildings and continue to walk down what appears to be an abandoned street. You could even feel some of the neglected concrete give away and crumble under your weight. Leaving indentations of footprints wherever you walked. Despite the noise that emanates from the crunching of the concrete underneath your combat boots, the rest of the city was primarily silent. Even abandoned in some sense. Then, as you were walking down another stretch of streets, you could hear echoes that rang throughout the city. Very familiar echoes. A sound you were almost too familiar with. Gunshots. You take a moment to pause as you try to pinpoint where the location of it was coming from and once you find it, you begin to head in the direction at a steady pace. The closer to the source you got, the more your mind wondered. Were there more humans? Maybe your comrades fell into this same hell you’re in? Maybe it’s someone else? What’s being shot at? What was going on?? So many thoughts rang throughout your head as you stepped effortlessly over an alleyway fence and now the gunshots and the sounds of a distant struggle were even clearer. Cries of agony and screams of death could be heard echoing off the stone walls of the surrounding buildings that it made you wonder if this was even a good idea… But you were still very curious. Curious enough to continue on despite the worry that settled in your gut. Your interest still piqued, you came to another large street that had the sounds emanating from a nearby alleyway that was just down the road. But that wasn’t the only thing that caught your attention. The streets were littered with carnage. It caught you well off guard that you took a moment to pause in your strides and assess the situation that seemed to have gone on here before you arrived. Bodies were seen strewn about the outside of a couple of trucks that were labeled with an “A.A.H.W” abbreviation. Disgusting viscera and a cornucopia of gore was slung all over the street. Numerous pools of blood and blood sprays littered the environment as you took it all in with your own two eyes. You were far from a stranger to violence. At one point in your soldier career, an ally got his head shot off completely while standing next to you on a mission. Coating you with skull fragments, brain matter, and blood. At the time, it was horrifying.

But now, you were just glad that it was them and not you. You cautiously approached the dead bodies to inspect them and found something…odd about the carcasses. The bodies weren’t anything you could reasonably describe. It looked humanoid…but with gray skin and no discernible features. They almost seemed…faceless? How disturbing. They also had no attached limbs, but had hands, and two little legs that stuck out from their body. Most of the carcasses also seemed to be wearing cute little suits, which was…obviously strange. At a glance, most of these bodies seemed to be part of a unit. Similar dress, similar form, and someone…or something rampaged throughout this location. Killing them off. But…what did? You blink in confusion until the sound of agitated shouting comes from nearby, snapping you out of your trance from the carnage that lay in the street. Right, the gunshots and the struggle. You ignore investigating the gore any further and continue to walk down the road, oblivious to the AAHW trucks that bounced and shook with every impact your feet made on the pavement. The sounds of yelling suddenly quiets down as you approach the alley in question. The entrance seemed to be gated by a larger chain-link fence, despite it being pretty short from your perspective, but you swear you could still hear talking. So, you waste no more time. 

You throw caution to the wind and step around the corner of the building. You make your presence known by showing yourself as you walk in front of the entrance. You cast a gaze into the alley in curiosity, eager to see what was going on and making so much noise. The sight in front of you was questionable. You could only blink as you analyze the situation. There were about 4 figures in the alley. One that was pressed up to the fence and three others that were pointing guns at the being that was pressed against the fence. The three that were armed were similar to the ones that you saw brutally slaughtered on the street not too far away. Wearing black glasses, black suits, and with their strange limbs and faces in action. The one pressed against the fence looked very different. The head was primarily covered with a black bandana, they had on a large black overcoat, numerous leather belts, and black combat shoes. It even seemed to be sporting a pair of bright red glowing goggles. The different being also seemed to be armed with a weapon, but there was an obvious injury on one of its arms that seemed to hinder his ability to fight. Judging by the leaking blood. The state of the alley wasn’t any prettier than the streets. It was also littered with bodies, gore, guts, blood, and empty ammunition shells. Your eyes flick to the three beings that were cornering the loner. You could see them almost look up at your large form and something akin to terror completely takes over their non-existent faces. You watch as one takes notice, then bumps the others and points at you with their disembodied appendage. The others of the group follow suit, terror rapidly washing over their faces as they begin to step away from the red-eyed loner. The loner in question seemed confused at their behavior as the sharp-dressed triplets began to slowly back off. Then once they were deemed far enough away, the lot sprinted away. Leaving the alley and the injured red-eyed one alone with you. The remaining creature in question still seemed confused before getting off the fence and turning around to face you. Their reaction was tamer, but you could obviously see the surprise in its own goggles as it quickly took a defensive stance, arming themself. Despite its size, you had to give it kudos for bravery. That little critter barely came up to your knee in height and it just stared at you as if you were going to attack it. 

You could dropkick it if you felt like it. But seeing it injured made you feel sorry for it. You make no movement to go for your rifle or step away. You merely stared at the red-eyed creature and he stared back. You both continued that for a moment before you finally backed off and began to step away from the alley. Heading back the way you came. You had no quarrel with any of these creatures, so it was best to just leave it alone. You had a bigger priority right now. You needed to find a medical center or at least a first aid kit to heal your wounds. Even now, your blood continued to leak onto the asphalt and you were starting to get light headed. You move away from the alley and paused momentarily to listen to the sound of a distant set of tires screeching off into the distance. By the time you came back to the main street, one of the AAHW vehicles was gone. A set of black tire skids on the pavement being the only evidence it was there in the first place. Those suited creatures must’ve come back and took a vehicle to get away. That was worrisome. But you still needed to hunt for medical supplies, so you continued your endeavor with your tender limp as you searched the surrounding blocks for what you needed. Hopefully something good will happen soon… – It’s following you. That red-eyed critter from before was following you. You were extra super sure it was. Since there were times where you would look over your shoulder and see a pair of red eyes hiding just out of sight. Hiding in the darkness or behind something. This was the 4th time you caught it watching you from afar. In all honesty, you were getting paranoid about it…but you guess it was kinda cute. Still, you didn’t know what it wanted nor did you know if it was opportunistic. It could be waiting for you to get tired before it attacked, you didn’t know. Speaking of tired…you were beat. Blood loss and various other issues were beginning to slow you down to a steadily weakening hobble. Pretty soon, you had to find a place to rest. A nice low building that seemed sturdy enough to hold your weight came into sight and you made an effort to slink over to it. With a few firm tests on its integrity, you finally sit down on the roof and let out an exhausted sigh. You take a moment to close your eyes and get some weight off of your leg…and you could still see that little creature watching you. You don’t really know WHY it was following you, but you certainly know HOW. Mostly because of the blood trail that you were leaving behind, that and the cracked concrete.

But now…now you just wanted answers. There was shouting, so you have a hunch that these creatures can talk. So why not try and communicate with this loner? You let out a grunt and sit up, surprising the small tag-a-long by locking eyes with it and its hiding place. “Are you going to keep hiding from me or are you wanting to talk?” You inquire to the small creature, to which it stares for a moment before finally coming out of its hiding place. It says nothing as it approaches your sitting form, looking up at you in a cautious manner. In a way, it looked…adorable. 

It would’ve been threatening if you were the same height, but with your stature towering over theirs, the little critter just looked like a large doll. A…bloody and injured doll…but still adorable in a sick and twisted way. You both stare at one another. 

So long in fact, that you were starting to wonder if this creature could even understand your language. Then, you let out a slightly nervous cough. Might as well…try again? It’s not like you got anything better to do. “So…why are you following me?” You ask, your eyes peering down at him from under your helmet. It stays quiet for a moment. Then much to your surprise, it speaks.

“Never seen you before.” It replies. 

Its voice was…deep. Surprisingly so. It gave you the impression that this creature was a male, but you weren’t quick to make assumptions just yet. “Wanted to watch where you went. See who you side with.” It grunts out. That was confusing. You think about what ‘sides’ the little being refers to. Maybe it was talking about factions? There were factions here?? Was that A.A.H.W truck a faction? Possibly an enemy of theirs? If they were enemies, what faction was the loner a part of? This just suddenly became much more complicated… “Sides? There are factions in hell of all places?” You question, arching a brow. The short being gives you a confused look that could be seen through the goggles it wore. “This is Nevada.” He states simply. Now it was your turn to give him an incredulous look. “Nevada?? This isn’t Nevada. Nevada doesn’t look like this at all!” You argue. To which the small being merely stares at you before shaking its head in disagreement. 

The silence returns again as you both sit in one another's presence for an uncomfortable amount of time. This time, It was the one that broke the silence. “What are you?” Huh. Now that was a weird question. Then again, you have never seen creatures like these little beings before. So maybe it was a vice versa situation? You've never seen their species and they’ve never seen yours. It would make sense. “I’m human.” You say, to which it turns its head in response to that. “Human?” it asks, to which you nod in confirmation. “Never heard of em.” It responds bluntly, to which you arch a brow. Oh? It’s got a bit of an attitude, huh? Two beings can play this game, ya little critter. “Well, what are you then?” “Grunt.” You blink in confusion and take a moment to process the statement.

“Just…Grunt?” You ask. It nods. “Never heard of em.” You fire back and snicker lightly when it flattens their brows at you. It doesn’t last long however, as you wince in pain again. The pain in your leg throbs as your wounds are still seeping blood. Slowly but surely, this wound would kill you at some point, since you had no luck in finding a medical center or supplies. You let out a tender whine through gritted teeth as the small creature looks at your leg then towards your face. It seemed to be thinking about something as you sit there and try to ease the pain. “So you have no faction?” It asks. You only flick it a look of confusion before nodding. “No faction. I just arrived here probably not even an hour ago, depending on how long I was unconscious for…kind of a long story. Didn’t know a thing about this place. Nice to know that I’m not in hell…but in ‘Nevada’ instead. If that’s any better.” You grumble as you rub your knee to comfort yourself. The gears in its head seem to be turning as it suddenly approaches your healthier leg, grabbing onto your pants and roughly tugging on them. “Uh…what do you need?” You question. “Follow me.” It demands, as it begins to walk off towards another direction. You wanted to say a series of confused babbles, but the creature kept looking back to make sure you followed. You wondered if you could even trust it, but maybe it had an idea in mind? ... Well…what else did you have to lose? You picked yourself up and off the building and slowly limped after the loner, easily keeping pace with your longer legs. Even with your limp. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you were probably being taken somewhere. Possibly to the loner’s abode? Community? To whatever a “grunt” considers a family? Hopefully it knew where a hospital was…if they even have those here in ‘Nevada’. You did unintentionally save this grunts’ butt from being filled with bullets, so maybe it’s returning the favor? Well…you can at least HOPE so. A few minutes of silent following was starting to bother you, so you decided to speak up. “You got a name?” You ask. There was a moment of silence. “Hank.” It replies. You nod in confirmation. So it was distinctly male and had a name. That was nice to know. His red goggles look up towards your eyes. “You?” You could only smile back down at Hank and tell him your name. “Don’t worry about forgetting it. It’s always engraved on my dogtags.” You say. “Dogtags?” He almost sounds surprised. Almost. “Yeah. From the war I was partaking in before I arrived here. I’m a soldier. Infantry division. It’s how I got these bullet wounds in my leg. Got ambushed by our enemies and…well…somehow arrived here in ‘Nevada’ afterwards.” You explain. He watches you with those red goggles of his as you ramble on and on about your experience with arriving in Nevada and what made you find him in summary. He never really takes his eyes off of you as you talk in a slightly animated fashion.

Pretty soon, Hank mentioned your large gun and you told him about its significance and power. It was beautiful as well. Engraved and with golden accents and polished to near mirror-like perfection…it was stunning. But it wasn’t only that. As Hank continued to stare up at his human accomplice, the more you talked about your life and your experience in your own war…the more intensely he would listen. Usually the more chattier the person, the more annoying they are to him. But listening to you just felt…different. Especially since you don’t seem to be a resident of Nevada at all. Which was…interesting. YOU were interesting. The moment Hank laid his eyes on your form towering easily over the fence that prevented him from tactically getting some distance from the AAHW agents that swarmed the area, he felt his heartbeat thundering in his chest. If you were hostile, he was sure as HELL going to die to you. Being injured and out of ammunition was two terrible combinations. But instead of taking him down or performing some other hostile maneuver, you merely looked at him then slinked away. Hank was both confused and intrigued, yet he was still cautious. He waited for a moment to see if it came back before leaving the alley entirely and finding the trail of blood and cracked pavement an easy way to track down the thing that had saved his life. After tracking you down, he followed to see just WHO you worked for. The Auditor? The AAHW? Nexus Core? Jeb? Maybe even that DAMN CLOWN, Tricky? Yet, the longer he followed, the more he realized that you were just aimlessly wandering the abandoned sector of Nexus City. So if you were merely wandering around…then that meant you had no faction to return to. So he kept following until you finally confronted him. That’s where they were going now. Back to the SQ HQ. You were a valuable ally if you were able to make agents run at the mere SIGHT of you. Speaking of which. Those 3 agents that got away are no doubt running home to tell the rest of the AAHW what they saw…even worse, tell the AUDITOR of what they saw. If you fell into rival hands…it would be officially over for SQ. So it was best to get his new ‘ally’ somewhere safer. Talking passed the time as you both slowly leave the confines of the city. Hank leading the way as he takes you back to HQ. The buildings of Nexus City dwindled out. Giving way to rocks and desert. The two of you carried on, even if Hank could hear the laborious breathing that was starting to come from your exhausted form. While it wasn’t the main hub for SQ, there was an outpost where he and his allies took up residence regularly. It wasn’t too far from Nexus City. Pretty soon, the building itself comes into sight and Hank points it out after you both have been walking for a while in a much more comfortable silence. “There.” He states. “That’s HQ.” He explains, to which you nod in understanding. You both approach the building at a steady pace and it is only now that you realize that the windows were vibrating to your footfalls. Huh. You must’ve been pretty big to make a building of that size react to your weight. It made you mentally wonder if the other buildings in the city also reacted that way. Hank seemed unbothered by the vibrations, seeing as he’s been walking next to you the whole time, as he knocks on the front door of the HQ in a specific rhythm. It takes a few moments, but another ‘grunt’ is seen opening the door. This one was supporting a visor hat, bandages around their head, a headset with a mic, a white tank top, a black blazer overcoat, and dark pants with combat boots. It even had a cigarette hanging out of their mouth. It seemed to take a moment to realize who was at the door before it revealed a mouth full of sharp teeth, which was surprising. However, before they greet Hank, their eyes trailed behind him and landed on your form that wasn’t too far behind Hank. Towering over the entrance easily and casting it in a shadow. Their mouth suddenly drops open, comically dropping the cig from their mouth. A brief pause happens before they suddenly shout. “HANK, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??” The new grunt yells, their voice also having a masculine tone to it. So you just assume the new grunt is also a male. “New recruit.” Hank states bluntly.

“NEW RECRUIT??! What the fuck do you–” “Where’s Doc?” Hank rudely cuts in, stunning the new grunt. “Hank, don’t pull my fucking leg. What is that thing?” The new grunt continues. “Where. Is. Doc?” Hank presses, his deep baritone voice getting a bit more menacing. The new grunt shifts his gaze to you and back to Hank a couple of times before he just shakes his head in complete defeat as he waves his hands. “Alright, Alright! I’ll go get him!” After which, the grunt disappears back inside, letting out a loud series of coughs as he does so and Hank turns back to you. Giving you a reassuring nod, to which you understand and decided to patiently wait for ‘Doc’. From the name alone, you guessed that he must be their medic. What a relief. Hopefully he can do something about those bullets in your leg. – So now this is where you currently find yourself. Sitting in an open part of the warehouse, to which you had to crawl through a garage door to enter, sitting on the floor with your leg propped up on a small stretcher that was bowing under the weight and this ‘Doc’ currently working on your wounds. Hank was standing near you and Doc, watching the treatment go underway, as well as waiting for his turn so he can get his own wounds treated from his encounter with the AAHW goons. You have become acquainted with the residences of this abode while you were getting ready to get patched up by their medic. The one that answered the door and was sporting the hat was called ‘Deimos’. Then there was another slightly taller grunt that was built heavier than Deimos that was also sticking close to the others for the time being. He sported a bandana, black shades, black cargo pants, some bandages around his waist, black combat boots, and had a mouth just like Deimos. Except he had a protruding-lip that gave him an expression similar to a grimace. He was also shirtless and very ripped. His name was known as ‘Sanford’. Then the doctor himself or what the other grunts call “2BDamned” which was kinda funny to you. If not also a little bit adorable. The doctor sported a black mask that covered most of his face, with red tinted lenses that shared a similarity to Hank’s goggles, except with a magnifying unit attached to it. The lower half of his face was covered in bandages. He was wearing a black coat, a smokey gray button undercoat, and black pants with combat boots. It seemed to you that ‘Grunts’ had some type of dress code…or a certain aesthetic that they all liked. Black, Gray, and Red seem to turn up a lot in their appearances. As of currently, you were just trying to get your mind off of the fact that the doctor was digging an embedded bullet out of your flesh.

You then let out a whimper as you feel one of the bullets in your leg get successfully pulled out by the Doctor. Who huffs as he sets it aside on a large medical tray. Deimos lets out a whistle. “Daaaamn…look at the size of that bullet! It’s like the size of my two hands put together!” He says, gesturing to the bullet that was sitting on the tray covered in blood. The Doctor merely lets out a tired-sounding huff. “Yes…and despite their size, they are much harder to get out than I first expected. There are still about two more in your limb, so please be still while I continue to remove them.” Doc states, not even waiting for a response before he’s digging after another bullet. “Yes–err–Doc. Do what you need to do.” You cringe, yet force yourself to stay still. Despite your leg twitching widely in protest. You could only bite the metaphorical bullet and deal with it. It was painful, even with the local anesthetic that was applied to the afflicted area. Still, this was better than laying out in the desert to slowly bleed to death. You were thankful for the medic, but only one little dude needed to be thanked for the medical treatment, though. Sighing in relief, you look over at Hank. “Thanks for leading me to Doc, Hank. I really owe you one.” You say genuinely, which seems to make Hank pause before he nods. “Mhhm.” He grunts in acknowledgment. He then turns to look up towards your eyes. His gaze was strangely determined. “You’ve received medical attention. In return, you’ll join SQ.” He states incredibly bluntly, to which you give him a rather dumbfounded look and the rest of the team seem to pause to process his sudden proposal. The Doctor could be heard sighing in exasperation. “Quite the recruiter, aren’t you Hank?” Doc says sarcastically, pulling out another bullet as you whimper and hiss through your teeth in response. “Yeah. Blunt much, big guy?” Deimos snarks, taking a puff of his cig in response to Hank’s glare. “They should.” Hank argues. “Can you at least ask the human if they want to join first? Or at least consult the rest of your team beforehand?” Sanford, who finally spoke up, pauses in his cleaning of a large hook-like weapon to look at Hank. “They need to.” Hank continues, standing his ground. “Why? Because they need some stitching and bullets pulled out?” Deimos argues as he takes another puff of his cig. “We literally just met them!” Hank shakes his head. “Auditor.” He growls out. That word alone made the rest of the group pause and almost seem to catch on to why Hank was so adamant about getting you to join SQ. There was a brief moment of silence before the doctor finally broke it.

“I…see. That is a very valid reason.” The Doctor speaks slowly. He then flicks his gaze up to the human in question. “If he did get a hold onto such an asset, SQ would have a harder time completing our missions.” He states. The other two, Deimos and Sanford, share a look of realization as they take a moment to ponder. Hank merely sat near the human, his pose confident and unmoving. Taking pride in the fact that, yes, he was right. For once, at least. If you decided to join the AAHW or Nexus Core, SQ would be in danger. This wasn’t an assumption, this was a hard and cold fact. You merely flicked your eyes to each individual member. A puzzled look very evident on your face. “Who’s this…’Auditor’, you speak of?” You inquire, to which the members of SQ all look up to you. “Ah, that’s right. You’re not aware of such things as ‘The Employers’ or their factions. Nevada is a very complicated place. There are constant struggles for power and in the height of these battles, the world of Nevada crumbled around them.” Doc explains, pausing in his digging to look up at you. “He’s a total cocksucker! He keeps secrets and oppresses the masses with a shitstorm of propaganda through bullshit ‘unity’. Which is actually dictatorship. He also keeps trying to kill off Hank over there. As he’s the one that started the AAHW in the first place.” Deimos adds on. “He’s pretty much THE biggest bad that we know of. Next to Tricky, who Hank has tangled with on a few occasions. We assume he has ties to the drives we seek and the information we need, so we’re “faction rivals” in a sense.” Sanford elaborates. “A fucking piece of shit that I want to tear to pieces.” Hank snarls out aggressively. Well…none of that was a positive outlook, so that must mean the Auditor is a threat. At the very least, he is seen as an enemy and for reasons that are merely too complicated for you to understand at the moment. “That’s why you need to join us.” Hank continues, his gaze flicking back over to you. “Well…” You trail off, your mind thinking about it for a moment. “I guess I can join. I have nowhere else to go and I do owe you for helping me out. Besides, it beats just aimlessly wandering the desert until the day I die.” “So, you want to join us then?” Sanford asks, his tone almost seeming hopeful. “I don’t see why not. It can give me a purpose and a motivation to do something. So I’ll join if you’ll have me.” You smile, cringing a bit as Doc pulls out the final bullet and lets out a huff. “Well. At least my supplies weren’t wasted in vain. I would rather patch up a teammate than a flaky wanderer with no faction. If you want to officially join our group, you’ll have to be added to my system and give me a rundown on your skill sets.” Doc explains. You nod automatically. “Yes sir.” You say as you nod. It might’ve been the trick of the light, but you could’ve sworn that there was a slight red dusting on the doctors’ face as he clears his throat slightly. “Yes, well. First, I have to patch up Hank’s wounds. After that, we’ll begin your recruitment process.” The Doctor says, applying a large glob of external disinfectant to your wounds and flushing the insides out with a large amount of saline. He wipes his brow with a disembodied hand and sighs. Picking up the decently-sized bucket that was filled with the external disinfectant and sitting under the stretcher. Setting it onto the medical table with a huff. “There. Your bullet wounds are treated. I don’t have bandages big enough for your leg, without causing excess waste, so you’ll be using an external disinfectant to keep them clean. Use this 2 times a day and keep the wounds fairly clean. You’ll come to see me every 3 days to wash the wounds out. Stay off the leg until further notice.” The Doctor recites to you as you listen intently. “Yes sir!” You acknowledge and take the bucket of external disinfectant from the medical table. It was like a small tupperware bucket and you couldn’t help but smile at the size of it sitting in the palm of your hand. You happily place it into your cargo pack while Doc beckons for Hank to come take a seat in a chair that was close to where your leg was treated. “Your turn, Hank.” The Doc grunts, to which Hank stands up from his place at your side and walks over. Sitting down in the chair and begins to undress the coat that draped over his body as Doc gathers the medical supplies and changes gloves. You watch with interest as the Doc steadily treats Hank while Deimos and Sanford seem to be having a conversation that involves a mission that you had no idea about. There was merely idle conversation and it was…strangely calming. Even now that your leg was stinging and numb, at least you had received medical aid and didn’t die.

But now, you seem to be getting involved in something much bigger than you could’ve ever thought of. Now you were a part of a faction and, similar to how things operated in your world, when you were no longer neutral, you were either an enemy or an ally. Apparently, you were now siding with these guys and they had a rival known as “Auditor”. Which usually just meant someone that did audits or banking. So…maybe it had something to do with the suited grunts you saw earlier? Was the Auditor like some big bad capitalist? A rich snob? A kingpin? It made your mind wonder…but Hank was with this faction. One that willingly helped you…so maybe you made the right choice to join them. Only time would truly tell. Soon, Hank was patched and Sanford disappeared into a kitchen-esque area to prepare some dinner for the group. Hank was sporting new bandages and stitches and merely heaved himself over to the couch in the middle of the warehouse. Deimos was working in the far corner of the workshop on something you couldn’t really decipher. Finally, Doc and yourself were finishing up ‘processing’ your recruitment. Which was mostly him requiring questions to be answered that involved history, skills, techniques, and known equipment you have on your person.

Some of your answers seemed to fluster him for a bit. Such as you insisting you knew how to drive, use various guns, use melee weapons, hand-to-hand combat, and even essential survival skills. You didn’t go to bootcamp for nothing, after all. After a bit, Doc lets out a relieved sound as the device he was fiddling with let out a ping. Which seemed to grab the attention of both Hank, Deimos, and even yourself. “Alright. Your recruitment has been finalized. You’re now an official member of SQ. You’ll be paired up with teammates on missions at first until you get more familiar with Nevada. I would provide you with a comm…but they don’t really make them in…your size. You’re bigger than any MAG agent I've seen, so we’ll have to find a work around for that. Other than that issue, you’re good to go. Welcome to SQ.” Doc finalizes as you nod in agreement. “Great to be here.” You smile. “WOOO!!” You both suddenly jump as Deimos shouted excitedly in the background. “Just WAIT until we set you loose onto those AAHW bastards!! They’ll never expect something as big as this!!!” Deimos shouts, pumping his fist in the air. You could only watch Deimos be excited as Doc grumbles and gets up to leave. “Let me know when Sanford finishes dinner. I’ll be in my office.” The medic waves as he leaves the room with the file on yourself stuffed snugly under his arm You merely sit there, watching the rest of the team seemingly getting excited having you on the team. With the exception of Hank, who seemed to be much more contained about his mirth…if he had any at all. You could only smile and watch them from beneath your helmet. I guess this was your new ‘war family’ now. Silently, you wondered what your first mission would be like. It was exciting…but first. You REALLY needed to sleep. So, despite the slight bustle of the room, you merely found a comfortable position to lie down in and curled up a bit to keep yourself warm. A few adjustments and you get comfortable. Your leg laying safely off to the side as your pack made for a makeshift pillow. Between the bloodloss, the walking, and the painful medical treatment, you weren’t all that hungry. Mostly just exhausted. You could hear the others talking nearby, but you paid them no mind. You merely closed your eyes and allowed your body to feel at peace for the time being. You were somewhere safe…and that was good enough for now. You could only silently wonder what the future held for you in this new place you happen to have fallen into by complete accident. Tomorrow was a new day. In no time at all, the world around you faded away and you fell into a dreamless slumber.

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

More 2B x Hank x Reader

I am hungry

Polyamory am i right lol

2B x Reader x Hank

CW: Gore, Hank gets fucked up (when don't they tho), mentions of medical bugs

Doc worried when he needed to send you and Hank out, terrified that the implants in your spine would read [TERMINATED] and he'd have to hurry to anchor your souls and forcefully pull you back to the world of the living.

Hank was a loose canon at the best of times, but adding their much smaller, adorable lover into the fray made them go into reckless overdrive. He would do anything, absolutely anything to shield your body from harm. They were used to it, pain was something they'd come to expect and deal with, but any harm to you would cut deeper than any physical wound would ever.

And that lead to your current situation, you posted up on a chair next to Hank's bed as they deliriously slurred their words, high as a kite on whatever Doc had pumped into his system to quell the pain while he was reattaching a severed arm with small, precise sutures.

You hadn't seen it coming, an attack from behind, yet Hank did. In a split second, he thrust his body in the way, assailant's sword cleaving through his arm instead of your spine. Your back still sustained damage, but nothing nearly as terrible as it could've been.

Hank's giant hand squeezed your tiny one, breaking your reflection on the mission, and despite the delirium, they offered a smile. "Tiny.... Hands."

"Screw the mission!" Sanford barked as he lunged into the driver's seat, you and Deimos helping support Hank's weight as you two climbed into the truck bed. "What little we got will have to do, I ain't riskin' an ass whoopin' from Doc 'cause we let you two get fucked up."

Medical stuff was more of San's field, but so was driving, and a quick get-away was needed right now, with two MAGs thundering out of the base towards the vehicle. Deimos took off one of Hank's many, many decorative belts, and used it as a makeshift tourniquet to try and stop them bleeding out all over the truck because he would have to clean it otherwise.

"I can take them-" Hank tried to sit up and throw his missing arm, but you pushed them back down and chastised them.

"Don't be so stupid Hank, the last thing I need is you getting more hurt." And that settled them down.

Sanford had seen to your back once the four of you arrived home, Doc preoccupied with Hank's more severe injury. "Don't think you'll even need stitches Lucky, just a bloody cut that'll need disinfecting and a bandage."

"Can you move your fingers?" Doc spoke up, and Hank raised their reattached arm, slowly wiggling the digits. "Good, keep it clean or you could get an infection, and I really don't want to have to bring out the medical maggots again."

Doc sighed and rested an arm around your shoulders after taking off his bloodied gloves, mindful of your aching back. "You two will be the death of me, I swear." He took off his mask and sighed again, he looked stressed and tired.

"Sorry sweetheart." You kissed his scarred cheek, and he offered a relaxed smile. "I know it's scary sending us out, but I promise Hank and I will keep each other safe, and be more vigilant."

Doc returned the kiss, taking your chin into his hand and meeting your softer lips with his rougher ones. Hank grunted when your kiss lingered too long. "What about MY kiss?" They grumbled while casting their gaze between you two, now sitting upright.

"Alright Hanky, don't get so butthurt." You giggled, both you and Doc going in to showering him with love too.

[nevadabloodnotes]

Hi! Here’s the link to the Happiness Apotheosis wiki for the protagonist Happy Hank/Skittles, https://herofanon.fandom.com/wiki/Protagonist_(Happiness_Apotheosis) . I’m not the best at explaining things so i can only hope this gives you some more background on them 😅! But overall they are a self-less, giving and overly optimistic person who enjoys giving gifts and spreading love unlike Hank J. Wimbleton, lol. -🫧

Hi! Mod Deimos here! Mod Sanford has handed the writing over to me since they don't know much about Skittles. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Happy Hank/Skittles General/Romantic Headcanons

General

Having been in the hellish wasteland that was Nevada for several years now, you were apprehensive about Skittles' generosity, kindness and all around happy-go-lucky attitude. It wasn't common in a place like this so you were hesitant on taking the present he offered to you as a greeting.

Over time though, he grew on you seeing as he wasn't much of a threat to you.

You found that he didn't have anywhere to call home so you invited him to live in your place to help keep a roof over this absolute bean's head.

Whenever you come back from supply runs or personal missions, Skittles welcomes you back with such joy in his voice and usually giving a gift of some sorts, whether it be snacks, clothing, new weapons (though those are rare for him to give), etc. Sometimes when you've had a particularly rough day, Skittles is more than happy to give you a friendly massage to help ease your aching muscles and joints.

Overall, you've helped improve eachothers lives, far better than before, though you couldn't help this odd feeling you've developed around Skittles after being around him for so long.

Romantic

Oddly enough, it was you who initiated the conversation between you and Skittles about a possible relationship, confessing your feelings to him (though very awkwardly). Might've damaged your hearing a bit from how loud and high-pitched Skittles' squeal was at hearing your confession.

Regardless, Skittles was determined to be the best damn boyfriend he could be to you.

He did all the usual things he did, but he did it with a lot more compassion and love than before, he even added morning and after work kisses into the mix (you always made sure to stick around for those).

He's very understanding of his partner's needs and wants, especially during that time of the month, whatever you wish for he'll do everything he can to get it for you.

A certain hard-to-get snack? Not a problem. A particular movie that you just couldn't find, Skittles will find it. Weird cravings? He doesn't care as long it won't hurt you.

Needless to say, Skittles is a very loving, caring, and respectful partner and you're glad he came into your life. He was the best gift you've ever had.

[psicodelicahh]

Blood of the ethereal

Phobos x Player!reader

I read the entire master post of the self aware au from @/saltymongoose so I decided to ramble a little bit.

It fit Phobos so I also threw him in there.

I'm sleepy, didn't proof read, and English is not my first language, so I'm sorry in advance if it doesn't makes sense. I don't even know what the fuck this title means.

Enjoy

When Phobos first lays his sights on you is the only time he truly doubts his status as a god, starstruck by such an incomprehensible beauty only an actual holy being is capable of possessing.

The outer worldly Player. Divine. The only creature he has to prove his worth to, the others all beneath him.

Him beneath the Player. The Player above all.

The knowledge of not being one of your vessels mocks him day after day. How dare those lowlifes have the privilege of your attention, how dare they take advantage of your divinity to accomplish such worthless deeds. Your strings should be blessing him instead, a fellow god in the making, the one with the actual meaningful quest to complete.

So anyone could understand his need to know everything about you, from your unique appearance to your personality, your likes and dislikes, if you like Nevada and its inhabitants (not that he cares about this last inquiry, but it's nice to know more about your thoughts). But the more detailed discoveries would come after you start letting him get closer to you.

You are softer than any civilian grunt could ever hope to be, in every way, and it's ironic really, since you are the absolute strongest being in Nevada.

Their skin is thick, resulted from the hostile environment and constant violence, gray to give them a miniscule chance of going unnoticed by the enemy because of the camouflage. So Phobos was taken aback when he first touched you.

Your skin is so soft and thin he can feel your muscles, bones and tendons from the slightest pressure of his fingers, and he fears that you can tear like paper from his touch alone.

You tell him that it's alright, you can handle more than that, since human skin is way more elastic than a grunt's, and pull at the skin of your neck for good measure. It freaks him out, but he'll deny it if you ask.

You are also very colorful.

You have a unique shade that he can't help but stare at, transfixed. That's when he noticed that your veins can be seen in certain parts of your body, painting you with paths of dark blue, purple and green, colors that are rare in his world. Even when he is already certain of your perfection, you manage to surpass it, and now he wants to destroy this world and build a new one using the path of your veins as a blueprint.

Whatever color they appear to be, Phobos believes that is also the color of your blood, because of course the blood of a god would be as unique as their appearance, it's only right. But he can't stop this ugly feeling of jealousy from rearing its head inside his chest, he wants to be more like you and less like the commoners of Nevada. He wants to be worthy of standing by your side and rule this world as a duo of unreachable gods.

But how can he do that if he is so different from you? This frustrates him so much.

It continues frustrating him until you accidentally hurt yourself with a paper cut, staining it red. And while he worries for you, a feeling of relief overtakes him, for his objective is not so unreachable anymore.

[ero-heart]

Ok this was in my head for a loooong time

The main 4 x young hank! Reader

So reader is from another universe where they are hank and they are actually too young like 10 or 12, while in there world Sanford, deimos, and 2bdamned are older than them, unlike hank they are obedient and weak but they are faster than hank and too kind.

So what if the main 4 meet reader By them accidentally opening a universal portal that blasts a small hank(aka you) that's all beat up as the main 4 see another Auditor but the portal closes before Auditor could get to it and the main 4 find out that you are actually a ten year old getting their ass beat by Auditor

Also the other Auditor in the portal was enraged that a you actually damaged their non-physical form with a cute kitty knife :)

I love it! We love a murderous child!

Also, I am so sorry for the delay! Felt kind of unmotivated yk

Reader’s pronouns are they/it for this one.

Cw: blood, gore, mentions of violence

FUN DAY WITH KID HANK!

(Main 4 + young Hank! Reader)

(Obviously platonic)

Just another day for the S.Q, it was dark and rainy, people were entering and leaving the building, either returning or leaving from missions, or leaving for a smoke, like Deimos was. Standing under the entrance along with the S.Q guards, making a little chit chat, they didn’t mind that he smoked so he stayed there, Doc has been pestering him to smoke outside since the smell covered the entire building. Deimos don’t really care where he smokes so he complied. It was a day like any other but there was something wrong, it was overly peaceful. Everyone knows Nevada is not a safe place at all and any soothing and quiet moment is a state of alert for anything to happen. Deimos looked around the streets, strangers having a little walk, no umbrella to protect themselves, wet paper getting stuck on the pavement, full of rain puddles. Everything seemed weird and the anticipation was getting not only him but the guards as well.

“…So…did you guys sleep well today?”

“I did thanks for asking Dave.”

“Me too, thanks Dave.”

“You’re welcome yeah.”

It was starting to get awkward. Deimos dropped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, ready to leave when something shot right at one of the guard’s head.

“Fucking called it!”

It dented the cement wall, squashing Dave’s head and painting it red, the thing then fell on the ground. It looked like a purple ball. The remaining guard got in position as Deimos patted his clothes to find his pistol, remembering that he left it with his other jacket on the laundry room.

“Boss we have a man down!”

The guard called on his talkie as they both took upon the portal that is formed before them. A shadowed figure glared at them before it closed. They looked at each other trying to figure out what the fuck happened as the purple bundle sat up and began to shake. The guard snapped his head right at it. Little arms flapping all around, little legs kicking up and down, it began to screech in anger, dirtying themselves with the blood of the dead guard.

“A kid? What the fuck.”

Soldiers started to come out of the HQ to find the confusing scene. A little grunt throwing a tantrum surrounded by gore on the ground. Some tried to approach them, asking the kid where their parents were, but they were only met with resistance and cat scratches to the face. The child refused to stand or move so one of the more compassionate soldiers decided to lift them up in order to bring them to the boss, not wanting to leave the kid alone. Deimos just watched the scene unfold, trying to keep a deadpan face as the soldier was being hissed and scratched at by the little guy. He wanted far away from that kid.

Hearing their own name at the intercom was never fun, Deimos was already forming an explanation as to why whatever he did was wrong and he would DEFINITELY never do it again. Doc was always a pain on his side, being monitored 24/7 because he couldn’t be left alone or else “a ruckus” would happen, whatever that meant. That was the original reason why Sanford was so close to him to begin with, being tasked by their boss to keep a eye on the man and keep him in line. What Doc did not expect tho was that instead of being influenced by Sanford’s serious and militaristic persona, Deimos was the one who influenced him to be more open and rebel up. So the only change was the name beside his that was called. This case was no different. Both were walking towards Doc’s office, discussing what could have been wrong.

“You did not take the lemons out of the vents last time and I know.”

“I did! I remember doing it! I think.”

“The building is still infested with flies you definitely didn’t.”

Upon opening the office’s doors, a purple shadow just dashed past them, knocking Deimos on the ground. They could hear the frustrated groan of Doc who approached them.

“Great you idiots couldn’t knock on the door before entering.”

Deimos sat up and looked at his boss, taking notice of how ruined the office looked.

“Tf was that doc?”

“That was the child who was spat out of the portal earlier. The one you just let loose on the base. I am cutting your payment.”

“What are we supposed to do?? Like??”

“I called you here to babysit that abomination at least until we know what to about it. But since they just ran away, your duty is to catch it.”

“Pff NO WAY”

Deimos got up from the ground.

“Do we look like nannies to you?? Hell to the NO we are taking care of that kid”

“Do you remember your contract Deimos?” Doc takes out the document that was conveniently hidden on his pocket, he pointed at Deimos signature, written with pink glittery scented pen, the only one available on the moment of signing, he could still smell the strawberries on it. He rolled his eyes.

“Tch fine..”

“Hey buddy,” Sanford put a hand on his shoulder “s’not a big deal! We dealt with far worse shit than that.”

Sanford definitely regret those words. It was a game of cat and mouse. Sanford knew what he was expected to do on this job, but out of everything, THIS had to be the worse and most embarrassing. Following the bloodied stripes down the hallways led them to find the kid making tricks with their roller skates on the cafeteria, currently rolling on top of the tables, jumping on one to another and knocking the hungry hirelings food off their trays. Sanford quickly ran and jumped on it, dashing after the little grunt. He thought about what his mom would do in this situation. She always told him he was a very calm child and never caused any trouble, but when something did happen she normally said the magic words that got any kid excited.

“Hey kid how about we take a little break huh?? How about ice cream?”

They just spun around to face him and stopped on their tracks. Sanford was not quick enough to stop and slipped on a spaghetti plate and flew off above the kid and falling right on a wandering troop passing nearby. Sanford cursed and quickly got up, half apologizing to the poor troop squished on the ground and looked around to see that the kid was nowhere to be found. Deimos arrived panting and gasping for air.

“Haa where.. hoo where did the kid go??”

“I have no idea.. maybe the gymnasium? It’s the nearest path for them to disappear to quickly.”

“Yea.. maybe they have gone there..”

“You ok there buddy?”

“No..can we do a little pause??”

“We don’t really have time for pauses dude.”

“Carry me then.”

Sanford sighed and knelt down for Deimos to latch on his back. When he felt Deimos arms around his neck he got up.

“We can’t keep doing this all the time when we are in a chase bud.”

“What? It’s not my fault my lungs are shit!”

Sanford side eyed him for a moment because it was definitely his fault.

Going on the direction of the gym, Sanford internally cheered to see the red stripes on the floor to it’s direction. Busting doors open, both men followed the stripes until it came to an end. Taking their face of the ground, before them stood none other than Hank, holding the kid by the scruff of the neck. He was doing his daily training when the little grunt zoomed by him, quickly getting snatched by Hank and lifted to his view. Sanford and Deimos took a sigh of relief to see the kid finally contained. Both never wanted to hug Hank so bad in their lifes.

“Hank! Our hero!” Deimos slipped off of Sanford’s back “You got them!”

Hank just looked at the boys and then at the child, who was comically trying to kick and punch him to no avail. He tilted his head to show his confusion, not really getting what the two where on about. Sanford took the kid from Hank’s hand and held it at a distance. It was when he realized how.. alike, the two were. Both Hank and the kid wore long clothes that hid their skin and wore colorful goggles to protect their eyes. Not counting the helmet and roller skates the kid wore, also the skirt that matched their colorful pants. Other than that both were pretty similar.

“Huh..” Deimos seemed to notice also, looking back and forth at the two Hanks before him. “Pfft hahaha this thing looks EXACTLY like you!”

Hank just gave a grunt in response and turned back to finish his curls.

“Oh! Oh! How about we call them Kid Hank? Kank??”

Sanford shook his head “It doesn’t matter right now we need to take them somewhere safe and entertaining to pass the time”

“Well the gym seems like a good pick, there’sa lot of cool things to play with and climb.”

Sanford thought for a second, it might be a good idea, the gym always was a playground for him when he was a small grunt himself.

“Ok let’s just let ‘em roam free here, it’s best to lock the door so they can’t escape.”

The rest of the afternoon was way less stressful. The only thing they had to worry about was the kid not dropping something heavy on themselves. Or fell on something blunt or sharp where their skater gear didn’t protect. They refused to take those roller skates off tho, so management should go more harder when they wanted to jump on the trampoline. Currently Deimos and Sanford were sitting on a bench besides the water fountain, taking care of the kiddie’s bag while they hanged and swing off the polia, with Hank pushing them. Deimos played with the bag’s keychains, looking at the silly designs and colors.

“Where did a kid found those? lol”

He decided to snoop inside the bag as well, only to be met with countless of weapons, colorful knives decorated with stickers and glitter, sharp scissors themed after cartoon characters, nerf guns (with pins instead of soft foam darts) and tiny brass knuckle rings with even more stickers. Maybe this kid was more alike Hank than he initially thought.

“Take your hands off of this Deimos! It’s not yours!”

“Wtf bro I was just looking for a card or paper with this kid’s guardian’s info damb.”

Sanford chuckles at his friend’s antics and goes back on watching Hank play with mini Hank. To his surprise Hank was fairly gentle pushing the kid on the polia, never in his live he thought he would see someone like Hank be so delicate. Though everything went on shambles as Hank gave a hard push and the kid let go of the polia, hitting hard on the wall.

“SHIT!”

Suddenly the gym doors were kicked open by doc. Deimos and Sanford jumped while Hank just stared at him. Doc marched to the kid’s direction and picked it up from the floor, then marched back to leave the gym, passing by the bench to pick the kiddie bag too. The three only looked at the distancing doc on the hallways.

“We can stop babysitting now right?”

Doc managed to find a way to contact the Auditor, who gave him a portal opening device to bring the kid back to where they came from. Before he could turn to his office, the kid tugged on his shirt collar, looking up at him with a bruised cheek. Doc paused upon seeing it, quickly turning the other way around to medical.

M.D Skinner looked at the bundle on Doc’s arms being put on the mat, now sitting and kicking their legs. He asked no questions as he went to work, putting in some ice on the bruise and attending other unseen wounds on their body. They played with his coat sleeves during the check up, also taking a hold of the stethoscope around his neck. He let the kid listen to their own heartbeat and let them hold other medical instruments. Doc watched the scene with great interest, never really witnessing a caring relationship throughout his whole life. Soon when the child was all patched up, Skinner gave the results. The kid had some non reversible injuries, that was the lack of their lips, but it didn’t seem to impair them. Skinner gave them a little lollipop and excused himself, wishing the both a great day.

Doc took little Hank back to his office, that was still in shambles. He put them on the table, glad that they already seemed tired from playing so much and now distracted with a lollipop, so they aren’t as energetic as before. Taking the portal opening device and placing it on the ground, everything was ready.

“Ready to go home buddy?”

The kid nodded their head, they were kinda sleepy. Upon activating the portal, a shadowed white figure immediately bursted through it, with flaming purple eyes glaring at the two. The figure took a pink decorated knife off of its form and threw at the table, besides mini Hank, who immediately brightened up upon seeing it.

“This child was spat off of a portal earlier this day. It must be yours.”

The figure turned to Doc. “This little monster always causes trouble back there. It fell through it while I was trying to catch it.”

“Well it’s here now you can have it-“

The table was now empty, looking around the office only a purple blur could be seen entering the portal. The other Auditor began to shake.

“HAAAANK!!”

It immediately ran back through the portal, beginning another chase with the kid. Doc could only shake his head, feeling a strong sense of deja-vu seeing all of this.

That was kind of long haha I am really sorry if anything was ooc qwq I also drew kid Hank’s design for this fanfic! Hope you like it! Stay safe 💞

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hey hey ! can we get phobos giving reader a kiss and telling them words of encouragement? thank youu

I'm not very good with encouragement, but I can draw all the kissing you want pal